Well, I finally bought a truck. Again. It's an 87 Dodge Dakota with 106,000 miles on it and not a drop of rust anywhere. All of you that have lived in Fla. know how bad rust can be down here. I guess it was kept in a garage. It's not so nice that I'll worry about scratching it, but it's one of the nicest vehicles I've bought. It was cheap, too!
I've probably got five or six license plates floating around this community and I couldn't find any of them. I have a hard time believing that the DMV isn't making a bloody fortune off of those chincy (sp?) pieces of metal... they charged me 45 bucks for the plate itself! That's highway robbery (so to speak)!
The weather has taken a turn for the worse. It's back up in the mid-90's and muggy, muggy, muggy. It's hard to get dehydrated here because one inhales about half a gallon of water daily. It almost looks as though we'll get by without being blasted by a hurricane this year. Knock on wood. Now if I can just get to the mountains before the tsunami hits. I suppose everyone heard about the earthquake in the gulf around Tampa latitude that registered 6.2 on the Richter scale. THAT's scary. I've had a sense of foreboding for some reason and I think I've figured out why. I'm as finely tuned in to the rhythms of the planet as are elephants and horses. Maybe more so.
I am kidding.
'Till next time...!